Wednesday, November 14, 2012

So one of the things I’m trying to determine for 2013 has to
do with my writing. The thing is, there
are days I just want to delete all of the files I’ve written, shred all the
hard copies, and start all over. But
then there are some stories and some characters I love so much it would feel
like murder. (Yes, even if I actually
murder them in the story, that’s how it feels.)

Anyway, today on DIY MFA Gabriela asked us to come up with a logline for whatever WIP we have in mind; I immediately saw these piles of ideas and manuscripts and short stories and chapbooks tumbling in over my head. I immediately felt overwhelmed and discouraged because it’s simply too much.

Did I ever tell you my grandfather was buried under a pile
of books after an earthquake? Yeah. Just another random story I haven’t shared
yet.

Aha! See? See that implicit “yet”? Damn subconscious.

Okay. I’m putting down
my “just a cigar” and here are some loglines (which is a whole other Freudian image, don’t you think?) and you tell me what you think because, seriously, this course has me so mentally fried that thinking can’t be done by yours truly.

Lives, like stories, overlap and, for better or worse, the
connections create ripples that we may never see. Some may even outlive us.

When you fall in unrequited love, what happens when despair
gives way to hope and the impossible becomes something inevitable?

Karen knows this summer is going to be the best ever because
her best friend Eva will be coming along for part of the time for the first
time ever. But how far will Karen go to
hold onto the boy she only kissed last summer and what secret is Eva hiding
that makes this summer something Karen will never forget?

They have carried this curse for millennia and it is tearing
Michael and Lillith apart, leaving too much pain behind them, can they find a
way to heal and move into their future together?

When Sylvia publishes a memoir she knows her sisters won’t
be happy with what she has to say. So
when her oldest sister insists they all meet for lunch, Sylvia is ready to duck
and cover although she only has herself to blame.

And that’s just five of the plethora of manuscripts.

Of course, I could still delete it all, shred it all, and start all over again. For now, my focus is elsewhere, turning my back on the obvious until I have no choice but to face the truth.

(Romanov is fine. I was close to tears all day and deeply distracted. Yet I survived and that's all I can ask of myself today. Oh that and I took a test and tomorrow I will take an exam and start the next chapter. Never a dull moment but oh-so-many redundant ones!)

Lots happening but it's all about studying and I am going to take my certification exam 15 December so expect me to come back after the exam is behind me because most, if not all, of my energy is put into studying.
I am making a list of things I want to write and will be posting. In the meantime, you can check in on me and mine by checking out my google+ page where I at least chime in with a daily agenda.

Romanov had another seizure. It was the worst one I've seen in a while. Just documenting things as usual. Now I need to go start my studying because any minute now the plumber will be here to hopefully fix our kitchen sink.

But just so you all know I am serious about coming back soon . . .

Assuming I can get our netflix working, I'm thinking it would be fun to have a movie club, like a book club only using netflix streaming. Weekly and monthly themes.

Starting in January I'm giving myself a whole new kind of reading challenge. It involves what I think will be perhaps the hardest yet most interesting challenge ever.

So many book reviews backlogged it's crazy but I'm putting my thoughts into notes and the notes will be fleshed out and the fleshed out will become posts. Promise!

As usual,I have so many ideas and things I want to do but I don't know that 12 months is enough for my ideas, my dreams, my visions. I am tired. Romanov's seizures wear me out and I just want to go back to bed. But no. Studying must be done first.